Something Missing Concluded.

And so I sat in my garden through the long twilight as the balmy air sparkled with the chatter of birds and swam with the scent of lilacs and new mown hay. The swallows flew late; and then the bats appeared, the new moon made her entrance from behind one of the sycamores, the distant landscape grew ever hazier, and a lone, lighted tractor made its way homeward along Church Lane, its long day’s work done.